Rough As Guts

by Tim Moore

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1.
Organ Grind 02:55
2.
Jeffrey 03:26
Little Jeffrey was a jealous man Nothing ever seemed to go to plan He wore a cast from his shoulder to his hand Every night a endless quest for girls But nothing mattered in the whole damn world All the slappers in the grossest bars wouldn't let him get that far He took home mother night one day She had the greatest debts to pay Her whole life, shit seemed to flow her way She had a lover with a broken arm Who had a mother whose face was deformed And everybody said she'd been warned When he broke in the morning Jeffrey turned to mother night and said Cmon baby lets go to bed She said "you only call me baby when you want head, or when you're broke in the morning" Ain't it such a joke And he would yodel in the morning sun When they had not been to sleep for a week He'd say "baby, money's getting tight, How but we try and rest tonight Or we'll be broke in the morning" Ain't it such a drag, neverending.
3.
Friend 05:08
What a friend we have in him What a friend we have in him What a friend we have in him Oh lord, I am mourning I've got a friend in Jesus He ain't got a friend in me Said I've got a friend in Jesus He ain't got a friend in me Oh lord Drank myself to death again Drank myself to death again Tried so hard, it failed to chart What a friend we have in gin What a friend we have in him What a friend we have in him What a friend we have in him Oh lord, I am mourning I've got a friend in Jesus He ain't got a friend in me Said I've got a friend in Jesus He ain't got a friend in me Oh lord
4.
Youth 04:51
5.
Bed Bugs 05:20
Each night the bedbugs sing to me They sing of sawdust sleep They sing of survival As I get down on my knees Pray typhoid spares me Spares another day
6.
Stranger 02:44
Hello breakfast, I'm so glad to keep you down today Everybody's only looking out for themselves Keep your eyes glued to the ground Everybody out there has taken something There's nothing distinguishing about this The sun comes up and melts this town I can't believe the things I see Hello asshole please don't look me in the eye Or ask me for a cash discount on your next drunken pie And all you know is what you're told I've got nothing to say to you Can't hardly sit here and wait until The sun comes up and melts this town I can't believe the things I see I don't wanna talk to you, that's despicable
7.
Rain 04:11
I wish the rain would come And cleanse the filth away A righteous wave To purify the streets I wish the rain would come I'm in my grave if this won't grow And better days will be Denied from me You make it hard every day You bring the blues, and then take them away And then you disappear They say you're all sold out round here And my friends are to blame They've been around every night and day I wish the rain would come I'm in my grave if this won't grow And better days will be Denied from me And all I ever do is worry about you And my hands shake as I anticipate this evening's fate But I've got a new muse And he's cheaper, stronger and nastier than you
8.
I'm just being frank with you You told me you wanted to So I'm just being frank with you Breaking news from the world service: SOME DRUNK GUY SPEWS ON A ROBOT'S ANUS! And you know you all deserve it The penalties will be unheard of And you know you all deserve it My heart goes out to plastic perverts Li Laoshi and Ian Curtis After the apocalypse everyone will dance like this After the apocalypse human speech will sound like this After the apocalypse everyone will lick their lips Everyone will have fake hips And everyone will SCREAM

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released September 6, 2015

ALL TRACKS WRITTEN BY TIM MOORE, EXCEPT TRACK 8 TIM/MICHAEL SUMMERFIELD

ALL TRACKS RECORDED BY MICHAEL SUMMERFIELD AND TIM MOORE

ALL TRACKS MASTERED BY BRIAN FEARY

NO ONE PRODUCED IT.

ALL INSTRUMENTS/VOCALS TIM MOORE, EXCEPT:
TRACKS 1-5 DRUMS SAM WILKINSON,
TRACKS 2 & 3 SLIDE GUITAR DELANEY DAVIDSON,
TRACK 3 VOCALS MICHAEL SUMMERFIELD,
TRACK 7 VIOLIN MICHAEL SUMMERFIELD,
TRACK 4 CLARINET ANDY HORWOOD,
TRACK 6 DANCE LIKE “THIS” FEAT MICHAEL SUMMERFIELD (ESPECIALLY), TRYONE, ANDY, JOHNNY, ROSIE, LIZZIE, MARCUS, BILLY G ROGAN, SHANNON, FINBAR, SIMON, ROSIE, MARK, LI LAOSHI AND IAN CURTIS

THANKS TO: MICHAEL AND SAM, ESPECIALLY. DELANEY. BRIAN. LI LAOSHI. JOHNNY. ROSIE. ANNA. ROSIE. ROSE. MARCUS. SIMON NUNN. MATTHEW ORAM. ME.

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